"We can meet again after we survive. It doesn't mean that we can't keep the flame of our civilization."
The one who spoke was the captain of the colonial mothership, a middle-aged man with grey hair.
Obviously, his strategy was more reliable.
The mothership moved slowly, and it would be caught up without a doubt.
If the seed of civilization continued to stay on it, then it was almost certain that it would be destroyed.
At this moment, the commander was making a difficult choice.
It was a tall and handsome man with black hair and yellow skin.
Even at the end of the road, he still showed a strong personal charm.
"Thanks to the years of battles, our civilization almost be destroyed!"
"At that time, we sent a total of twenty civilized flame seed fleets! But in the thirty-eight days, after we set out, we have lost eleven of them."
He paused.
It seemed that he was trying his best to restrain his emotions.